First & Long

by Jesse Jordan

  Rick pulls back, pausing before his animal side totally takes over. Time freezes as he pushes my knees up until I’m almost rolled in half, pounding my body relentlessly, grinding into me and obliterating everything except the feeling of his cock inside me, his body on mine, and the heat shooting up my spine to add to the fire inside my brain.

  “Fuck!” I scream in Mandarin as Rick hammers me one last time, our hips slapping together. I squeeze him, my body convulsing as I feel my second orgasm explode deep within me. Rick almost howls in triumph and I feel his cock swell, exploding deep within me and making my climax even more intense as he fills me with his warm seed. There’s something natural, organic, and sexy as fuck about being filled this way, and as the darkness that’s been threatening on the edges of my vision descends, I know that this is just the first of many times that he might make me feel this way.

  Still… for all the physical pleasure, I wish there was something more behind it too.

  “Welcome to the United States,” Freida says, waking me from my sleep. I roll over, so shocked that I don’t realize that I’m still naked until Freida clears her throat and I look down, seeing my breasts exposed. I clutch the sheet to me, knowing I’m turning deep red.

  “Where’s Rick?” I ask, looking around. “I thought I’d be awoken before landing.”

  “Rick challenged the flight crew to set us down so lightly that you wouldn’t feel it,” Freida replies. “Come, we need to get you dressed before we have to go through Immigration and Customs. Don’t worry, I already had the papers prepared in the air, they’re printed out and just need your signature. Can you be ready in ten minutes?”

  “Of course,” I reply. Freida leaves, and I quickly pull my blouse and skirt back on, wishing I had access to my bag where I have some fresh panties. Walking off the plane, I swear I look like I’ve got a sign on my forehead that says I just got fucked at thirty six thousand feet, but I’m too nervous to say anything about it. Freida meets me at the bottom of the steps and escorts me all the way through Immigration and out to the waiting limo before I can even think again. “Wait!”

  “What?” Freida asks, closing the trunk on the limo. “Did you forget something on the plane?”

  “No… but where’s Rick?” I ask. “I mean, I haven’t seen him since I woke up.”

  Freida chuckles. “He deplaned as soon as he could, taking his personal car back to the estate. He explained you might be a little… sore, so riding in the passenger seat of his personal car wouldn’t be the best idea in the world for you. I don’t mind, it means I didn’t have to take the limo back by myself.”

  “You drive this thing?” I ask, and Freida nods. “What else do you do for Rick?”

  “Just about anything he needs,” Freida says. “Climb in, you can ride shotgun, if you like. It’s about a ninety minute drive out to the estate from here, if traffic’s good.”

  I climb in, buckling up as Freida gets behind the wheel. “This isn’t the stretch limo, Rick only rents one of those when he feels the need,” Freida tells me as she turns the key. I’m surprised when there’s no sound at all as we pull out of the parking spot. I lower the window, but still… nothing. Freida quickly understands, and explains. “It’s electric.”

  “An electric limo?” I ask, surprised. “An ecological supersonic airplane, an electric limo… what is Rick?”

  Freida puts the window up, chuckling. “He’s been called a lot of things. Wunderkind, mad genius, Edison of the Twenty First Century… either way Su Lin, Rick Kelley is one of the most inventive minds the world’s seen in at least two generations. Most of his work is in the realm of aircraft design and energy research, although he’s tinkered in a few other areas. He currently holds over a hundred patents.”

  “Many companies hold patents,” I reply, and Freida chuckles. “What? I studied that in university, how Apple holds patents on dozens of things they design.”

  “K-S doesn’t hold the patents,” Freida says. “Rick does. As in, he invented them himself. It’s given him leverage when… well, that’s Rick’s choice when to tell you about that.”

  “The business issue,” I reply, and Freida nods. “So why hasn’t he gotten married before me?”

  “Trikala Syndrome,” Freida says sadly. “I started working for Rick ten years ago, and even then he had this sort of maniacal, fatalistic outlook on everything. He knew his time was ticking away, and there was so much that he wanted to do, to experience, to create. Five years ago, when Trikala went from stage one to stage two, he finally semi-retired, although he still keeps up a schedule that would put most men to shame. You’re going to have quite the task in front of you, trying to keep up with him as well as get him… well, get yourself with child.”

  I swallow, watching as we pull onto the American Interstate. There’s nothing but blue sky overhead, a dramatic blue that I’ve rarely seen in Beijing, and so many trees… I can’t help it, I’m afraid. I feel like a little girl. I go quiet, worrying about the next year of my life as the miles roll by, my disquiet increasing every minute we leave the urban landscape behind and drive by what seems like vast empty spaces. “Freida?”

  “Yes?” Freida replies, glancing over. “You feel okay?”

  “I’m… I’m scared,” I admit. “I don’t know if I can do this. I want to, but how am I supposed to be everything that Rick wants me to be? I’m just a regular woman from Beijing.”

  Freida sighs, and glances over again. “You have to. Because so much more than your future rests on it. But don’t panic, Rick also told me as he deplaned that he wants me to help you with your transition to American life. So I’m no longer his personal assistant, but yours.”

  I look over, seeing the mix of hope, worry, and a little bit of hostility that I guess I can expect from someone in Freida’s position. “Thank you. I’ll do my best to learn.”

  “Good. Lesson number one: from now on, you gotta learn to ride in the back. You’re the wife of one of the richest men in the world. You must learn how to act like it. The other lessons… well, they can wait until after we get to the estate.”

  Rick

  “Hey Rick, long time no see!”

  Similar sentiments echo from other knots of people warming up on the large mats that fill the training space. One of the advantages of living in Minnesota, just about everyone has wrestling mats, and there are tons of other clubs that use them. For me, after the past week, getting a little stress relief by doing some jiu-jitsu is just what I need.

  “Had business to take care of,” I reply, tossing a wave to some of the people I know. “You know how it is. Work, work, work.”

  “Oh yeah, work is so hard when you’ve got more money than I’ve got toilet paper,” one of the guys jokes. “What’d you make this week? Two million?”

  I chuckle, going over to the corner and pulling off my warmup pants and changing into grappling shorts and a rash guard. As I do, the instructor, a nice guy named Julian, comes over. “Hey Rick, have a proposal for you.”

  I smirk, thinking that proposals have been most of my week. Whether it’s Harvey’s proposal to the Pentagon or my proposal to Su Lin, that word’s getting thrown around a lot. Su Lin… I know that I proposed to her for straightforward reasons, she’s educated, she’s intelligent, she’s hungry for stability, and I knew she couldn’t be manipulated by her family or her government. Also, she’s got a strong moral compass, as strange as that sounds considering our arrangement. But also, I have to admit, she’s beautiful and from the first moment I laid eyes on her I wanted her.

  Last night, as I undressed her in the bedroom on the plane, I couldn’t believe just how beautiful and perfect she was. Skin as fine as any silk, nerves that responded in an instant to my touch… and being inside her….

  “Hey, Rick?”

  I blink, realizing two things. One, Julian’s just asked me a question. Second, I’m glad I’m wearing compression shorts underneath what I normally wear for practice, because my cock is about ready to burst I’m so
hard. “Sorry Julian, must be the jet lag. What did you say?”

  “I said, the team needs a representative at one ninety for the Great Lakes Grappling Championships, Vince tore the hell out of his ankle and Simon’s nowhere near ready for tournaments,” Julian repeats. “I’d have asked you straight out, but I know how you are about competing. Still-”

  “I can’t,” I answer, tying my shorts. “You know I don’t do tournaments.”

  “No, you just school the shit out of every club you visit,” Julian jokes back. “If you put in the time in a gi, you’d have your blackbelt, I’d say you could be at the North American Championships in a year.”

  “Yeah well…” I reply, thinking I won’t have a year. “Either way, I’ve got new stuff going on. I got married.”

  “Married?” Julian says, loud enough that everyone turns to look at me. “No shit?”

  “No shit,” I admit, slightly pissed at myself for letting it slip. I keep my private life private for a reason. These guys and girls don’t know about my health problem, and I sure as hell didn’t want them knowing about my damn marital status. Still, now that the cat’s out of the bag, I guess I need to play damage control, and quickly. “Girl I met online, her name’s Su Lin.”

  “So the player’s done playing,” Julian says, smirking. “Well then, I guess we’ve got only one thing to do. Everyone, circle up!”

  “Julian….” I warn as everyone makes a big circle in the middle of the mat. “You know I don’t believe in your superstition.”

  “Yeah well, I do,” Julian jokes back. “Here’s the rules, for those who haven’t done this before. Rick here’s going to be in the middle, and in turn he has to go against everyone here. If he can do that without losing… tradition states he’ll have his biggest wish within the next year.”

  “And if he loses?” some joker asks, and Julian smirks.

  “Well… better luck next marriage,” Julian answers. “Now normally, it’s just a matter of survival, timed rounds. But Rick here’s a bit of a stud so… you go to the tap. No time limit.”

  Even I have to gulp a little as I look around the circle, today’s practice has fifteen people, sixteen if you include Julian. Sixteen people, all going to submission? Still, I’m not one to back down from a challenge, so I roll my neck and shoulders, hoping Julian keeps with the other tradition and starts with the newbies first, I need to warm up.

  “Who’s first?”

  Julian wipes his face with his towel as the class wraps up, looking at me with a touch of amazement in his eyes. “I really can’t believe you got through it all. And to catch me with a damn elbow cutter of all things!”

  I shrug, so exhausted I’m barely able to lift my head from the mat to sip at the sports drink one of the guys brought me. “I can’t believe you took it that easy on me. You should have rag dolled me all over the mat.”

  “Not my style, you know that,” Julian says, sitting down next to me. “I’m here to push you, and yeah I wanted to win, but there’s winning, and there’s tournament winning. Know what I mean?”

  I nod, using my arms to push me to a sitting position. “I know what you mean. Still, next time you get a chance to rag doll my exhausted ass, do it. Okay?”

  Julian chuckles, nodding. “Sure man, anything. So, know what your wish is gonna be?”

  I nod, sipping from the bottle this time. “Like to have a next generation to the Kelley name.”

  Julian, who only knows the public part of my social life, looks unconcerned. “Man, knowing you, you’d end up with four little rugrats running around and in twenty years I’d be watching the Kelleys versus the Gracies for control of jiu-jitsu. Full on mat wars.”

  I smile, looking down between my knees. “Yeah… yeah, I’d like to see that too.”

  Julian senses something’s off, and looks over. “You okay, Rick? I mean, I’m surprised you’re even here, you just got married, and you don’t look like the happiest guy on the planet. What, is she a bitch or something?”

  I turn my head and glare at Julian, who holds up his hands placatingly. “No, she’s a sweet girl,” I inform him as I let his comment slide. “Listen, I’m sure some of the people here might ask questions. Yes, I met her overseas. But my marriage is my business.”

  “All your business is your business,” Julian counters. “No offense Rick, but you keep shit so close to the chest that nobody here really knows you. Hell, I don’t even know you, and I’ve only been teaching you for four years. I know more about you from the newspaper than from your own lips.”

  I nod, heaving myself up to my feet. “Sorry Julian. Just the way I have to live my life. Listen, I’m going to be around more for a little while, some corporate stuff that really picked the worst damn time, honeymoon wise. So I’ll see you Thursday.”

  Julian gives me a little wave as I shoulder my bag and head out the door. I stop outside my car and change out of my rashguard before setting the bag in the passenger seat, and lean against the door frame for a moment to try and still my exhausted nerves before going around to the driver’s side. Sitting down, I’m still unable to deal with the buzz going on in my head, and I know I need to feel the rush of adrenaline one more time before I can even start to calm down enough to sleep.

  I get on the Interstate, heading north on 35 to Elko Speedway. Mid-week isn’t a busy time for the track, and all it takes is me showing my car and the track manager clears me for running laps. It’s not often that many people get a chance to see a car like mine in action, there’s only twenty five Koenigsegg Agera RS’s in the world after all. Mine’s as high performance as it can get too, so that as I run laps on the half mile high banked oval, I repeatedly reach speeds that even NASCAR cars can’t do. The car’s smooth as silk, and in a lot of ways handles as easily as Su Lin did in the bedroom.

  Thinking of Su Lin, I lose my line and have to take my foot off the accelerator before I put my car into the wall. Cursing, I run another ten laps before giving up the ghost. Pulling off the track and into the garage area, I turn it over to the mechanic on duty. “Four fresh tires, you’ll find the specs in the car,” I tell him. “Street legal, check the fluids. Then fill it up with hundred octane.”

  The mechanic whistles, looking over my car, a mixture of matte black, textured carbon fiber panels, and shiny black accents. “You ever see how fast this baby could go? Figure you’d have to get it on one of the big tracks to really tell unless you wanted to Cannonball Run this baby from California to New York.”

  I nod my head, undoing the neck brace that the track insists I wear along with a helmet for driving out here. “Took it down to Daytona last spring, when some of the NASCAR boys were running tests. Couldn’t run head to head against them, but we compared clock times. I beat their times, but it wasn’t fair.”

  “Why’s that?” the mechanic asks, then nods in understanding. “They were running restrictor plates.”

  “Yep. I had twice the horsepower of those boys when they have those things on. Take the plates off… well, I’d like to see myself sometime.”

  While the mechanic gets to work I pull out my phone and dial Freida. She picks up after two rings, just like she always does. “Yes, Rick?”

  “I’m at the Elko track. Can you send the limo?”

  There’s an amused note in Freida’s voice as she replies. “You don’t want me to come pick you up myself? Is that because you’re in four different pieces spread out on that death circle?”

  “Very funny,” I growl. Freida’s the only person I let in enough to tease me like that, mainly because I know she’s worried about my health. “Actually, it’s because I was hoping you were helping my bride get settled in.”

  “She’s doing just fine, taking a bath right now,” Freida says. “Jet lag’s tough, but she’s a trooper, only took a half hour nap to try and adjust. I’ve already shown her her bedroom, things are coming along fine. I do have to ask though… separate bedrooms?”

  “Su Lin may be my wife, but I don’t think she knows me
well enough to feel comfortable sharing a bedroom with me,” I reply. “Just send the limo, and arrange for my car to be picked up from the track.”

  “I’ll take care of that myself tomorrow.”

  “No, I’ll need you to be working with Su Lin most of the day. With Harvey’s pressure, I’ll need to get involved with the Washington game some.”

  “Understood. Are you sure she’s ready for it?”

  I sigh, rubbing at my forehead. “She’ll have to learn on the fly, if she’s to safeguard my child after I’m gone. Also, make sure there’s some food in the back of the limo? I really should have eaten more after grappling practice.”

  “Of course. We’ll see you when you get home.”

  Freida hangs up, and I look up at the sky, where a three quarters full orange moon shines in between the scattered clouds that mar its surface. As I wait, I think about how much I’m going to be putting Su Lin through over the next few months. She’ll have to learn if she’s not only going to protect my child, but also to protect herself from being eaten up by the jackals that call themselves the leaders of America.

  I just hope she’s strong enough.

  Su Lin

  I emerge from my room, immediately feeling lost as my stomach rumbles. I slept alone last night, something I wasn’t expecting when I agreed to get married. With the way Rick bedded me on the plane, and the way he talked about it, I figured he’d be pressed against my body as much as he could. Instead, I went to bed alone, and woke up alone.

  Now, it’s early morning and my stomach is rumbling, but I don’t know anything about this house. Turning left, I head back towards the main area of the house that Freida showed me last night. I figure the kitchen has to be around here somewhere.

  “What are you wearing?”